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Sage walked into the small, dirty inn room that he had been calling his home for the past while. He sat down on the twin size bed in the corner of the room and laid back against the wall. His dark shades concealed his dismal expression. He reached back behind his ear and removed a cigarette sprinkled and rolled by him. He placed the end of it between his lips and touched a finger to the tip of it. Moments later, smoke rose from the point he touched and he took a long drag on it, causing the end to glow bright orange. He sat there for about ten minutes, smoking the cigarette at a slow, lethargic rate as rings of smoke circled above his head. When he was finished, he flicked the butt across the room and watched as the orange glow faded slowly.
But something strange happened. From the dying butt, smoke began to rise quickly, not typical cigarette smoke, but thick black smoke reminiciscent of a wildfire. Sage looked up, a little cautious, and yet he did not care, for he knew what was to come from the smoke, and it was this: From the smoke, a figure emerged. It was a human figure, the same height as Sage. This man, Gaius Horatio Caudus, stood with white hair touching the bottom of his nose and covering most of his face, save a small slit that revealed his right eye. He wore a white dress shirt with a pair of blue jeans, reflective of his adoption of the current times. The smoke behind him began to settle and break down into hundreds of shards of shadow that draped around Gaius like a cloak. In his appearence, he was the exact opposite of Sage. Sage sighed and looked up to him: "What do you want?"
Gaius tilted his head back slightly, causing his hair to part more, exposing a sadistic smile and a single red eye. "The same reason I'm always here," he said, "To make your life miserable." He chuckled slightly and walked to a chair that sat next to a makeshift table. Sage rolled his eyes behind his shades, "